
Date of issue: 30.06.2016
Record label: Bullet Tooth
Song language: English
Kensington Ave |
A wasted life, now excelled in itself |
With a blade silver and chrome |
He asked me to come and look inside his bones |
This room has a floor in which he can’t touch |
The ropes hang to keep us awake and creep at night to keep us alive |
He said they creep at night to keep him alive |
With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw |
With a breath he spilled onto the floor |
I let him scour the walls, his body an empty shell |
Longing for that destined demon |
His gums hurt from gnawing on the ball |
I wish he would climb back from the floor |
Don’t feel alright anymore. |
All this flailing has made you weary A new wound |
for the flies gathering in admiration |
I keep my screams behind the gag |
He keeps his breath in a glad bag |
With a shriek so piercing he rattled the pins in his jaw |
With a breath he spilled onto the floor |
I let him scour the walls, his body an empty shell |
Longing for that destined demon |
This isn’t how he hoped his life would turn out |
Watching his body turn to dust |
This isn’t how he hoped his life would turn out |
Watching his veins begin to rust |
The camera captures his motion perfectly |
The knot he wears around his wrist so elegantly |
Face deep in the earth, far enough to meet his maker |
Become his life taker |
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Sanctuary | 2014 |
The Way We Were | 2014 |
To The Dreamer | 2014 |
These Diseases | 2014 |
The Beautiful Lie | 2014 |
A Ghost Heart | 2016 |
Breathing For Beasts | 2016 |
Oblivion | 2014 |
A Pale Horse | 2014 |
Autobiography of a Fever | 2016 |
Suneaters | 2016 |
Rungs in the Ladder | 2016 |
Here, Abaddon | 2016 |
The Familiar Decay | 2016 |